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86 dreams are empty

In what seemed to exist and what didn't seem to exist, what kind of suddenness, what kind of trance, she just stared at him carefully, staring at him, as if she didn't know him, as if she couldn't see him enough, and as if she was suddenly blind and couldn't see him, she was nervous, her whole heart, her whole heart was inexplicably nervous. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was a little confused, but slowly adjusted again, just looked at her and smiled: "White Fox, can you reply a word?" ”

Disappointed smiled, the disappointed in the memory rarely smiled, the happiness that belonged to the disappointed has always been very rare, the terrifying memory of the past had to come out of my mind again, and the white fox's chanting spirit trembled there and spoke softly, as if immersed in a dream: "Disappointed, have you killed someone?" ”

The eyes that had been filled with a bright smile suddenly cooled there, his eyes were cold there, there was disgust, and those eyes were full of a confrontational and murderous gaze, which would make the white fox's groan tremble all over his body with a cold light, he suddenly turned his head, he put the skewer of chicken that had been roasted in his hand on the shelf again, and then, he just stared at the bonfire that kept spitting the tongue of fire into the darkness, and the bard could only see his back, The light and figure that was constantly trembling and shaking in the light of the fire, and he seemed to be there silent in the darkness, as if he were there swallowed up and swallowed up by the darkness. Yin Ling just felt the tightness of his heart in that place, and felt the coldness of his heart.

There is a feeling of distantness and unfamiliarity, which arises in the coldness and coldness, which is a kind of fear, a kind of sadness, and a kind of helplessness, like a very frightened and fragile heart, trembling there, trembling constantly, trembling there that the unknown trembles, and trembling as if it has forgotten there. She had wanted to tell him that if he could explain why and why, she would still understand him. Not to mention helping him hide something, even if she is his accomplice, she will not hesitate. That's a crazy heart, that's a strong heart without choice.

It is a very extreme partiality that is very certain there, a preference, a very stubborn renunciation, a kind of willingness to give up what to do for what you have to do for what you cherish, to try to do something for the people you care about. In the midst of that loss of reason, of the true certainty of right and wrong, there is a madness that burns everything in it. Reason, in the impulses and paranoia of feelings and sensuality, is all lost. She had also thought that it was indeed not good or appropriate to be too stubborn. However, she found that she had no choice, as if she had no choice. At that moment, she had no choice, or she couldn't find her choice there, as if, in her choice and realization, there was no other than him, only him, and he was alone. When she didn't know it, such a mood and stubbornness of her mind would push her to the brink of terror and horror. It was a dead end that threw herself into the net, but she was there to push herself step by step to the road of death.

It's a kind of paranoia, it's a kind of stubbornness, it's a kind of madness, it's also a kind of inextricability, and it's just because her heart is burning at that moment, her brain is also burning, she forgets her reason, she forgets right and wrong, she forgets what she cares about, and she doesn't know that what she asks for is empty. She didn't get anything. What you have, if you don't want it by wishful thinking, you will get it as you wish. When bigotry and stubbornness have finally been dealt with by the predicament of reason and reality, when many, many mistakes are exposed, and many, many regrets arise there, it will be too late. It was as if her whole life had been in her own constant destruction and destruction, gradually moving towards perdition, and she had been born there before she even knew it.

Many, many pains, many, many helplessness, and many, many trembling, and in that helplessness and trembling, what was born there, and what was there disappeared, she just looked at the back, she just looked at his back quietly, looked at the burning and jumping fire in front of him. She was a little trembling, a little anxious and anxious, she just wanted to ask, she just wanted to ask him. However, she bowed her head and was silent for a long time, and at last she was still there sighing silently, and she still did not say anything again. It's as if everything is redeemed there. There may be something that should not be asked, as if it is meaningless to ask, since there is no point in asking, it is better not to ask, it is better not to ask at all.

The white fox's spirit was finally silent in it, and the quiet breath swirled around it, only to hear the not particularly dry wood in the campfire burning there, and the noise of the flame became the only sound and sound in the silence. It was the slight burning sound of the wood, and it was there that she felt even more frightened and overwhelmed. Always there not knowing right and wrong, a kind of panic in the middle of that wrong and right, a constant panic.

The selfishness of human nature is natural and primitive there, and it has always existed there. She wanted to eliminate, or create a balance between herself and herself, and others, and she wanted to find balance, and in that balance she slowly faded away, as if she were wiping something away there like an eraser, she wanted to erase, she really wanted to erase some of the unpleasant and unpleasant things in herself for him. However, after a long period of confusion, she still found some difficulties there, and some of them, she would isolate herself there. There are some things that she has to understand, no matter how much she wants to get closer, and at the end of that end, she finds that she is there and difficult to understand, and she finds that she is there at all, as if she can't get close to something, and there is something that she has never been able to understand, something that she has never been able to relate. If, he always gave him a back, if, he left her always distant, always unreachable, she ...... And what is she doing with all this? What can she do? What else could she do?

It's just that she doesn't want to have any uneasiness, she doesn't want any uneasiness to grow there, but the more she doesn't want something, the more she feels uneasy about something, the more she feels frightened there, the more uneasy she feels, and she is at a loss there, when someone doesn't look back, when someone turns their head and no longer cares about themselves, whether there is something they don't want to tell themselves, or when they have no common words and language with themselves, it's a kind of sadness, and it's also a kind of sadness. It's as if the feelings have long disappeared there, as if the warmth has long disappeared there, as if the warmth has long been cooled there, and it can't be approached.

When the air is cold there, when the dead silence is produced there, when something is warm, as if the warm spring has long disappeared, it is not the nostalgia for spring, the spring that can be waited. It was a winter, a cold winter and winter, a season of cold snowflakes in her heart. There are many, many things that are not known, what is there that is difficult to approach, what kind of prostration and powerlessness are exhausted there, there are exhausted things that seem to be unable to get close, and there are things that cannot be approached. If you get too close, you will form a kind of fear, and in that fear, there is a kind of sadness, which is the sadness and sorrow that you can hardly explain with your own heart. It's just that it's quiet to endure, and it's quiet to wait there, waiting for something to come, waiting for something to disappear, and then waiting for nothing to wait. It's as if waiting is a journey in itself, just like waiting for the river of time to pass through your body, waiting there for the passage of time and the unknown. But...... It's okay to just stay there in that kind of unknown, or there is something unwilling and reluctant there, or what kind of difficulties and hardships there are, or what you want to break through persistently.

All breakthroughs, all thoughts and wishes, all need to be paid, what kind of price needs to be paid for toil and hardship, it is an equivalent exchange, it is an exchange between the power of life and the meaning of general, it seems to be so, but it does not seem to be so, because it is not clear, and it seems that there is what kind of doubt, and in that doubt there is something that is not particularly certain, and in that doubt is not particularly certain, what is not particularly certain. To care or not to care, just in that thought. Just because of that thought, there is something that exists, something that exists there, something that disappears there, and something that there seems to be as if it was dreaming there. When I woke up from a dream, it was as if the beautiful world in a crystal ball had been shattered.

In the midst of the shattered and fragmented pieces, she trembled there, her whole body trembled there, she was also afraid, she was moved and frightened there. In the ordinary and quiet world and life, it seems that because it is too peaceful, there is a dead silence there, as if something in that life has died there, very terrifying, very helpless to die and die, it is a kind of fear and death that is difficult to maintain. At that moment when she was on the verge of death, she needed to be strong, a person, a heart, a white fox, a very lonely soul, in the empty world and air, wandering alone, and there she wanted to walk bravely and take every step of her own steps.

She knew that a humble life was very small, just a lonely little soul, a life, it was indeed lonely and weak and insignificant, but no matter how small it was, it could not stop her from using all her strength and strength to fight for and achieve something. Nothing could stop her from doing her best there for what goal and direction, nothing could stop her, except for herself, except for death itself, except for the difficulties themselves, except for the failure itself, even if it failed, one failure could not stop her from trying a second time. She may try, or she may not try, or maybe, she will turn around, she will look at the unreachable back and turn away. However, she was still a little reluctant, it was a kind of parting that she couldn't give up, and it was also a kind of incomprehensible parting that she herself was there for a while. I just think that since I can't give up, it's better not to give up and let go.

No matter whether everything is true or false, nothing can be stopped, no matter how cold the air is, it can't stop the flame from burning, one person's refusal can't stop another person's continued efforts, even if the direction is not in the same place, but people who have failed should not be forever ** and immersed in the depression of failure for a long time and difficult to let go and liberate. She still wants to struggle and work hard there, she still wants to find and find her own relief and liberation again. She just wanted to work on something.

Just when the white fox's spirit was trembling and trembling and wanted to get up and stand up, he quickly turned around, and held her with one hand, but let her still lie there and couldn't get up, the white fox's spirit was a little surprised and puzzled and looked up at him, but his eyes were wandering there, in a trance for a while, it seemed to be fixed, but she still couldn't see through his gaze, and she still didn't understand where his gaze was focused and where it was focused. I just saw him speak slowly, and his voice whispered in the air: "Now, killing people is my essential job. ”

He spoke, and there he waited, all the time in the air, just staring at the dark background of the forest, as if looking at the deep darkness of the patch, as if he were looking at the darkness of hers. The darkness in front of him was a blur, but he looked at the darkness, at the deep night, and he felt something ridiculous, as if fate had snubbed and laughed at him there. But he was still there with contempt, he didn't care, he was contemptuous of everything in front of him, everything in this world, all the things of people, all things, all life, all of them were not worth anything to him, he was there as if he were there to despise everything, he didn't care about everything that was there. And yet he was there, and he was there, for a long time, but he was in the quiet and quiet air, and he still couldn't wait for anything, as if there was nothing in the air, as if there was nothing.

He was a little confused, a little surprised, and there he lowered his head, and looked at her, trying to discover something, wanting to know what she was thinking, wanting to know what her attitude and thoughts were. There, however, she bowed her head, just there gently licking her wounds. She heard, heard, heard, heard, and nothing else. She was just there quietly licking her wounds, she was just there hoping that her wounds would heal soon, and when her wounds healed, she might be able to go, as long as she could go, she wouldn't feel like a burden there.

She looked at her with some puzzlement at first, but was surprised by her silence and calmness, but this was her silent and quiet response and harmony, this was her silent and silent acknowledgment. She just wants to be there to accept everything that belongs to him, to his world, to his choice, as long as it is his choice, she seems to have never objected, as if she has no right to choose, and it seems that she quietly gave up this right there, and cooperated with him and accepted him without hesitation for no reason or principle. He didn't know if she was really following her heart. It's just that this is her, and it seems to be someone he's always known about. In that memory, there will always be something familiar and vague in the flash, but the vague fragment, the vague figure will disappear again and again very quickly, as if it has disappeared there without a trace.

I didn't expect the iron clamp to be so heavy, and soon, the wound was swollen there, and she felt pain, it was a real pain in the bones, it was the shattering of the bones, which she had always been incomprehensible, she could never have imagined that she would have such a day. A white fox will also encounter the day of fractures, and it is really pitiful, sad, and ridiculous. Just when the white fox's spirit sighed and felt helpless there, he spoke softly and gently: "You wait a while, I'll come right away." ”

- "Wait a minute, I'll come right away." "Why is he going to go again?

She looked up in amazement and amazement, in this night, in this silent night, although she had spent many, many nights alone, but they were all in familiar places, and now they were all strange places. Moreover, she had unconsciously become accustomed to him being by her side and beside her, and when he said this very calmly there, she did not say anything, but, in her heart, she was very reluctant. She was very reluctant to let him go, she didn't want him to leave, no matter what it was, no matter what it was for, she didn't want him to leave. She felt that nothing was more important than having him by her side, so that she could spend the whole night without fear and fear. Nothing is more important than having him by her side. However, he still turned around, and she still ...... He was not retained.

No matter how reluctant she was in her heart, she still didn't say anything verbally, as if, as if, she was a white fox who couldn't speak. Sometimes, she will feel that she is very stupid and stupid, very slow and slow, she thinks very much in her heart, what she thinks very much, but she still can't say it there, she wants to keep it unspoken, she wants to accompany her very much, and she still doesn't ask for it. A lot of thoughts and thoughts, her last last, just there to look at his back more and more distant, she just looked at the back that never returned, there indifferently sighed, lost, and there deeply resented herself.

When the mind wants to get something, but can't get something, resentment still exists more or less. However, she did not resent him, and she had no way, no reason to resent him. She was just there to resent her weakness, just there to resent her stupidity, just felt that she was too clumsy, and just felt that she couldn't think through many, many things, so she let things pass easily in her own place. In the short time she spent with him, she let that time and time pass in vain in the silence between each other, a lot of time and time, in which it passed in vain, which will make people recall that it is a very heart-wrenching time of passage and regret. But how good is it for her to be able to take all of this? The final answer is just that there is no way.

She was always there to hold herself helplessly, and she was always there to do nothing about him. It's just that in that silence, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting is still in it, even if it is there to look at each other quietly, to stare quietly, to accompany each other quietly, even if there are no words, it is also a kind of warmth, as if in that quiet, in that quiet air, as long as he exists, there is no cold, there is no sadness and sadness. Although it is inevitable that there will be some loss and disappointment, but in that silent and quiet air, when I recall something, when I relive the few pictures and warm memories in my memory, what kind of warmth and comfort will still exist there, it is a very soft and soft, as if it will be soft to the heart, an indescribable softness and tranquility.